Dad's Irish Wolf Shifter Friend (Irish Wolf Shifters Book 1)

by Flora Ferrari

“Brendan,” I groan as he nibbles at my throat, a low growl escaping him. “What is it?” he murmurs, nuzzling round by my ear.

  “Please...” I gasp, hardly knowing what I’m saying.

  He sits up and traces a fingertip around the outline of my mouth.

  “Please what?” he asks, his eyes dancing. I can tell he’s really enjoying teasing me and I wriggle impatiently.

  I try to speak but my voice is almost slurred with desire. I give up and shake my head, pleading with him with my eyes. But he won’t let me off that lightly.

  “Please what?” he says again, his eyes narrowing.

  “I want you inside me,” I gasp.

  “How much?” he demands, but then before I can answer him he bends his head and kisses me hungrily, almost savagely. I respond just as roughly, running my fingers through his hair and tugging as he devours my mouth. He takes my hand and places it in between his thighs.

  I wrap my hand around the head of his cock and feel it throb in response. He feels so thick and hard it makes me moan with need, no longer caring if it hurts. My pussy is so wet, aching for him, that I don’t see how it could. The tip of his cock is wet and pulsing and I know he must be more than ready himself, holding back only for my sake. He’s even sexy in his consideration.

  “Brendan,” I say in an urgent, demanding tone, tugging him towards me. He laughs, and then climbs fully between my thighs, positioning his cock at the entrance of my pussy. I lift my legs and wrap them around his hips. He looks down at me and his eyes are suddenly soft.

  “Are you sure Keeley?” he asks in a serious voice. As if there could possibly be any doubt. “Yes,” I whisper, and I feel his cock warm at the lips of my pussy, then gently he starts to push it inside me.

  I gasp as I feel a sharp sting, but it’s over as quickly as it appears, to be replaced only with an aching to have him fully inside me, filling me up. I press on his ass with the heels of my feet, pushing him deeper inside me. He smiles at me.

  “Take it easy baby,” he says, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “It doesn’t hurt,” I protest, bucking my hips towards him, but he takes it excruciatingly slowly, sliding himself inside me bit by delicious bit. I feel myself stretch around him, accommodating him, and while it comes with a sort of dull ache it’s not unpleasant and is overridden by the pulsing that starts to intensify inside me as I contract around him, pleasure filling my whole body. I’m so wet that I can feel my juices and see them glistening on his skin where his body meets mine. With one final thrust, a little harder this time, he is fully inside me, buried to the hilt. He stares down at me with a look of possession.

  “You’re my woman,” he says in a tone that is a statement rather than a question. Even so, I answer him with a whimpered ‘yes’ as he starts to thrust inside me, slowly at first but then picking up the pace as I move my hips in rhythm with him.

  “Tell me,” he commands, burying his hand in my hair again so he can hold me tighter.

  “I’m your woman,” I moan, and the words thrill me. I realize how much I want them to be true. He looks down at me with what seems like triumph glittering in his eyes.

  I grip at his hips and ass, feeling his firm muscles contract as he pumps in and out of me. I arch my back up into him, tipping my head back as he squeezes the nape of my neck and nibbles roughly at my throat again. A deep throbbing begins in my lower tummy, spreading out across my groin, and my clit is pulsing. I know I’m close to orgasm, and by the look on his face I don’t think Brendan will be far behind me.

  “Come for me Keeley,” he groans, and I sense he’s really having to hold back. Knowing I can turn him on like this makes me feel even more aroused and I push my hips into him, moving with him and urging him on, wanting to feel him even deeper, completely absorbed in the sensations of his body on and inside mine.

  His whole body tenses and he thrusts inside me roughly now and I feel my body let go. I hear myself scream as I climax, sensation washing over me and flowing through me, over and over. Just when I think the waves are about to stop they come again, rippling through my body. Then with one final thrust he groans loudly and I feel him tense and shudder, his cock pulsing as he peaks, his seed spilling inside me.

  He collapses laying his head next to me on the pillow, shuddering as his orgasm subsides, then he rolls off me, leaving me feeling bereft for a minute until he holds an arm out to me and I snuggle into his side as he wraps it around me. My heart is beating wildly and my limbs feel heavy and warm. He kisses the top of my head in a tender gesture that makes me tingle. I look up at him and his eyelids are heavy and his mouth is a lazy smile.

  “Was everything all right?”

  Is he insane? “It was incredible,” I whisper. “I had no idea it would be so amazing.”

  “Good,” he yawns, closing his eyes. I think about the things he said while we were making love – that I’m his woman. His. I want to ask him if he means it, and what happens now, but I hear his breath coming hot and slow and glance up to see he’s fallen asleep already. I chuckle to myself. That myth is true then at least. I climb under the covers and snuggle back up to his side, lying my head on his chest.

  I’m asleep within minutes.

  CHAPTER 8

  Brendan

  I watch Keeley sleep, overwhelmed by her beauty and the protectiveness I feel over her. The light of the moon falls on her face through the window, lending a shimmer to her creamy skin.

  The moon. Just a day away from being full, I can feel it calling me and the urge to change especially with the endorphins from being with Keeley still flooding my body, is intense. I get up quietly so as not to wake her and then slip downstairs, letting myself naked out of the back door. The huge garden backs onto fields and then woodland, which gives us the perfect place to run at such times.

  I stand under the light of the moon, letting it bathe me until my skin tingles, then I give into the longing and let myself change. My skin burns and my muscles cramp in one all-consuming spasm...and then I’m all wolf. Feeling the need to run I set off, clearing the fence in one leap and heading for the woods, giving myself over to the primal feeling and instincts that now override my reason. Like this I’m still capable of thinking things through like a human if I need to, but I would much rather not.

  I spend a few delicious hours running through the woods, swimming in a nearby river and chasing a few deer, until I feel ready to rest. I want to go home and cuddle up to Keeley’s naked body before she realizes I’ve gone.

  Except, as I’m trotting up the path towards the back door, I sense eyes on me. I look up, straight into Keeley’s eyes. I see the look of shock on her face. Quickly, I turn and jump back out of the garden, my heart pounding, berating myself for taking so much of a risk. I’m never at my most sensible around a full moon.

  I wait until I see she has moved away from the window before I change back and walk back through the gate and up the garden in human form, letting myself in the back door and closing it quietly behind me. I walk upstairs and into the bedroom, bracing myself for Keeley’s reaction.

  But she is back in bed, fast asleep. Maybe she sleepwalks. I slip into bed beside her, spooning her warm body, and she murmurs something in her sleep. I kiss the back of her neck and wrap my arms around her. Her breathing is deep and slow. Hopefully, I think before drifting off into sleep, she won’t remember anything in the morning.

  “Morning beautiful.” Keeley opens her eyes and looks at me drowsily.

  “So you weren’t a dream,” she says with a soft smile. I feel a rush of love for her – such a new feeling for me that I’m momentarily taken aback.

  “I’ll make coffee,” I say and go into the kitchen. I come back into the bedroom and set two cups on the table beside her, she’s sitting up, still sleepy but also looking puzzled. I have a feeling I know what she’s about to say.

  “Brendan, do you have a dog?”

  I shake my head. “I don’t. Why do you ask?”

  “Last night...I’
m not sure if it was just a dream...I thought I looked out of the window and there was this huge dog...more like a wolf, in your garden. Then it jumped out. You don’t still have wolves in Ireland do you?”

  “We don’t,” I say guardedly and feel myself wince at the half lie.

  “It must have been a dream then,” she shrugs, “But the memory seems so real.”

  Perhaps now is the time to tell her – it's a full moon tonight and I will have no choice but to change. But watching her, with her face still flushed from sleep and her red gold hair tumbling all over her naked shoulders and juicy tits, all I can think about right now is being inside her again.

  Telling myself I will talk to her later about it I get into bed beside her and cup her face in my hand. She looks at me expectantly and I see her nipples stiffen instantly, practically begging me to suck them. I start to kiss her, gently probing her warm mouth with my tongue, and she responds hungrily. I can feel my cock throbbing, desperate to spill my seed inside her again. With the full moon approaching my wolf senses are on high alert and just being close to her, tasting and smelling her, is enough to nearly send me over the edge. I pull back from our kiss and bury my face in her soft hair, groaning.

  “I want you so much Keeley. I want to fuck you until you can’t walk.”

  She gasps and her pulse quickens. I can smell the lust on her and it drives me wild. There is no doubt in my mind that I have to make her my mate. My woman.

  I push the sheets away from her body and take in the sight of her full figure. Her plump breasts sway invitingly and between her legs I can see her pussy is pink and swollen, with the glimmer of her juices between her folds. I slide my hand down the front of her body and gently circle her mound before brushing her clit with my fingertips. She whimpers and her hands bunch into the pillow behind her. I love seeing the effect I have on her.

  “The way you touch me feels so good,” she murmurs, her eyes heavy with desire as she looks out at me from under her long lashes. I smile as I slip the tip of a finger inside her, gently testing to see if she is sore from last night. She opens her leg wider, the look in her eyes imploring me for more.

  “Do you want me inside you again?” I ask her, my voice hoarse with lust. She gasps and nods and I slip my finger fully inside her, followed by another, feeling her body open up for me, drinking me in. She pushes her hip towards me wantonly.

  “Tell me that you want me,” I command. She bites her lip, which makes her look even more fuckable.

  “You know I do,” she moans. She reaches for me but I twist away, just out of her reach and she moans in frustration. “I do know,” I agree, “but I want to hear you say it.”

  “I want you Brendan,” she says finally and I see her cheeks flush as she voices her desire. I lean forward and kiss her softly.

  “Can I take you from behind?” I ask, my fingers still working inside her pussy. Her eyes widen and I feel her clench around me.

  “Yes,” she pants.

  I slide my fingers out of her, put my hands around those luscious hips and gently turn her over so that she is lying on her stomach.

  “Put the cushion underneath your hips,” I say, sliding a pillow underneath her. She lifts her hips towards me and it makes her ass look rounder and firmer, and I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. The tip of my cock leaks just from looking at her. I knead her ass cheeks in firm, sensual movements, then slide one hand between her thighs so I can play with her pussy again. She’s soaking wet and she pushes herself against me. I slap her ass playfully with my other hand and she writhes underneath me, instantly getting wetter. “Oh you like that?” I say in a low voice, swatting her again. She looks back at me over her shoulder with such a mix of innocence and wantonness I almost cum there and then. Knowing I’m the first man to ever do these things to her is turning me on beyond belief.

  “Do you want me inside you now?”

  “Brendan, yes, do it,” she gasps, burying her head in the pillow. Her obvious need only heightens mine and I know I can’t wait much longer...my body is aching to be inside her again, to be buried balls deep between those juicy thighs.

  I lean down and kiss and nibble her ass cheeks knowing that I’m teasing myself as much as I am her. I can smell the sweet, musky scent of her pussy and I let out a low groan as I sit up and lift her hips to meet mine so that she’s on her hands and knees. My cock is pulsing and ready to explode. Even so I take my time, sinking myself inside her bit by bit. I can see her wetness glistening on my shaft as I move myself inside her. I bury myself fully and deeply into her, pausing for a moment to savor the feeling. I’m so deep inside her that I can feel her wetness on my balls.

  “I love being inside you,” I growl and she responds with a soft moan. “I could do this forever.”

  I start to move inside her, reaching forward and leaning over her back so that I can reach around and take her swaying tits in my hands, palming them roughly as I fuck her. Then I take a handful of her hair at the base of her neck and tug on it softly. She tips her head back in response and moans loudly, moving her hips to match my rhythm. I straighten back up, gripping hard onto her hips as I push myself inside her. I slip a hand around the front of her body and in between her legs so I can play with her clit and she responds with a small scream, throwing her head back as she does so.

  “Brendan,” she pants, “I’m going to cum.”

  The sound of her saying my name like that makes me groan in response and I speed up my rhythm, driving myself faster and deeper inside her tight body, struggling to hold back from releasing and spilling myself deep inside her.

  “Come on baby,” I moan, “I want to feel you come around my cock.”

  She screams again at that and bucks her hips wildly against me. I feel a spasm go through her and a rush of wetness between her legs that coats my shaft and it’s enough to tip me over the edge whether I want to or not. I roar as I spill my seed inside her, filling her up. Owning her. The waves rack my body with such intensity that every muscle in my body shudders as I pump every last drop of my cum inside her.

  I collapse back onto the bed, pulling her with me so that she’s lying in my arms. I can feel her shuddering too with the aftershocks of her orgasm. We lie together, both catching our breath, and I close my eyes and inhale the smell of her and our sex. I know I’m not going to let her go. But even if I can convince her that she’s meant to be mine, I still have to tell her the truth about what I am...and hope that her father doesn’t decide to start a war over my seduction of his daughter.

  I stroke her hair, wondering where to even start. As though sensing my thoughts she turns round in my arms to face me, her eyes searching my face.

  “Is something wrong?”

  I shake my head.

  “It’s more that everything is right,” I say. She frowns at me, confused, and I stroke her face.

  “This isn’t just a casual fumble Keeley,” I tell her, deciding to just take the bull by the horns and be honest, “I want you to be my woman.”

  Her eyes fly open wide with surprise, but I can also see the flash of delight in them and I know it’s what she wanted to hear. I kiss her, grinning as I do so.

  Now I just have to tell her the rest.

  “There are things we have to talk about though,” I tell her. She nods.

  “I know.”

  “You do?” Has Caitlin said something? But no, I dismiss that idea. Caitlin knows how to keep the family secret as much as any of us.

  “Well, I guess it’s awkward with my father...” she begins and I sigh thinking, yes, that too.

  “Your dad is a good man,” I tell her sincerely. “I owe him my loyalty. But I want you in my life Keeley Malone...don’t ask me how I know but I’ve never been surer of anything...call it instinct. I’m just hoping your dad is able to see that. Because I’m not letting you go now that I’ve found you.”

  She kisses me. Her eyes are gleaming with emotion and I wonder what she’s thinking. I take a deep breath, getting
ready to tell her the real issue, the one I really should have made clear when she mentioned the wolf...

  But how do I tell her I am the wolf?

  CHAPTER 9

  Keeley

  A look crosses Brendan’s face, as though he is unsure about something. Immediately I wish I hadn’t mentioned my father, and just as Brendan was telling me what I know I’ve been longing to hear since I first set eyes on him at the airport. As he starts to speak I brace myself, but what he says turns out to be wholly unexpected...

  “Keeley, you know that wolf you saw?”

  I frown at him.

  “I thought you said it couldn’t be a wolf?”

  He nods, then sighs again and takes my hand in his, looking very serious. I just feel confused. What does the dog...wolf...whatever...have to do with my father? With us?

  “Well, it isn’t quite a wolf...it’s something else.”

  “A dog,” I say. Duh. What else could it be? But Brendan shakes his head and by the look in his eyes I realize that whatever it is he’s trying to say is a very big deal.

  “It was a werewolf.”

  Well I wasn’t expecting that. I sit back in surprise, staring at him. Is he mentally ill and I just haven’t noticed yet? I know the Irish are into their folklore – I was raised on stories of banshees and leprechauns – but actually believing in werewolves seems a little beyond the pale.

  “Are you okay?” I ask tentatively. “Have you banged your head or something?”

  He looks exasperated.

  “I haven’t had a bang on the head! Look, I know this is hard to believe, but Keeley, can you just hear me out?”

  I nod, slowly, trying to ignore the gnawing feeling in my gut that Brendan isn’t making this up. But it can’t possibly be true...

  “Okay,” I say. “I’m listening.”

  “The Killanney’s are an old clan in Ireland. We’re descended from Niall of the Nine Hostages in fact...one of our legends. He was real...and so were his druids. Our ancestor pissed one of them off. The accounts differ as to exactly how, but we know what the outcome was even if not the offence. A curse...that the firstborn son of each generation would be afflicted with lycanthropy.”